The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 15

Bayu was forced to open the car door and get out before the mass rampage became more and more. The situation is not conducive, even Pram cars can not be separated from the anger of residents and other road users.

"Quiet, Sir. We're not gonna run away. And I'll be responsible." Pram is trying to mediate, get out of the car. He does not want Bayu to be injured because of some people who act brutally. In a state of panic, Pram looks to contact someone.

"Don, please meet me at Kencana Street, not far from the toll exit. And ask Ricko too. Bring two cars. Bayu bumped into someone and I need you both" Pram told a device attached to the ear.

Kailla appeared to come down. "Darling, I'm scared ...." Kailla hugged Pram's waist tightly, shortly after getting out of the car. He does not want to be left alone. Inside the car or outside is just as scary. The most comfortable is only in Pram's arms.

"It's okay" whispered Pram, hugging Kailla in the crowd. He held her tight, so that the wife would not go far from him.

"Did he ... die?" whisik Kailla. His eyes were staring at the nanar from a distance, the victim was being carried away. Fresh blood adorned half the face of the victim who was already unconscious.

Pram. "Don't see him again. I don't want you to keep it in your brain." Pram shifts, standing in front of Kailla to block Mommy the twins' view. He didn't want Kailla to remember such horrible things. Regretfully, he shouldn't have forced Kailla into a car with him. That way, Kailla doesn't face this.

Shortly, police officers arrived with ambulances. Several men in uniform got out of the car and unraveled the crowd, making the road falter again smoothly. Some road users disperse, continuing the journey. Some pull over, to continue the curiosity.

Fishy blood stings. The thick blackish-red liquid pooled in the streets. The horrifying sight was soon covered with some old newspapers and leaves by residents.

"Honey, look at the blood .. seems ...." Kailla's tiny lips docked, unable to continue her sentence.

"St! Everything must be fine. Don't worry." Pram's embrace tightened, channeling strength into Kailla's trembling body. “Do not be afraid, Honey. Everything must be fine.”

Once the months of road users and residents around, finally police officers managed to secure Bayu. Decompose the crowd on the side of the road, so as not to cause a commotion that gets worse.

"Sir, we need testimony from the driver. We'll take him to the office." An officer is seen coming to Pram along with Bayu. The face of the driver and assistant was pale with several bruises on the face from the blows of the residents.

"Yes, sir." Pram answered briefly.

"Bay, I'll take care of Kinar and your daughter. Don'worry. I'll send Pieter and a lawyer to accompany you at the police station.” Pram tried to calm Bayu.

“Now I have to go to the hospital and see the victim's family. Hopefully everything's okay." Pram patted Bayu's arm, cheering the chaotic Bayu.

***

"Pieter, please take care of Bayu at the police station. Call lawyer. Bayu hit someone," Pram said. Since then, the phone has always stuck to his ear.

"Darling ...." Kailla whispered softly, hugging Pram's waist tightly. It was as if her husband was going to disappear.

"It's okay. Breathe in, exhale. Trust me, everything's gonna be fine." Pram smile. Grabbing Kailla's nape and kissing her wife's forehead soft and deep. The two stand by the side of the road, waiting for Donny and Ricko.

To be honest, Pram's feelings aren't any better than Kailla's. Many worries danced in his mind. Imaged, if the victim died. How the fate of Bayu in the future. What about Kinar and their son.

"Darling, I'm going to the hospital with Donny. You go home with Ricko. Please have Tom pick up Kinar and his son, let them stay at Mama's place while Bayu is in police custody. Don't say anything to Mama or Kinar. I'll try to get Bayu home as soon as possible." Pram rules when he sees Donny and Ricko walking towards him.

"I'm going to the hospital, honey." Kailla refused.

"No. Go home and take care of the kids. They need you tonight. You're tired all day, too," persuaded Pram with his hands cupped in Kailla's face.

"But ...." Kailla is still protesting.

"Sstt, I beg you to listen to me this time, Kai. Poor kids at home. They must be looking for you." Pram.

"It has. Ricko has arrived. Go home now, I'll let you know later" Pram asked.

“Sayang ..” Kailla's voice floated, as Pram held her tightly.

“Listen to me, Honey. Go home, rest and wait to hear from me.” Pram pecked Kailla's head at a glance.

With a gontai move, Kailla according to. Walking away, occasionally turning around and waving at Pram with a sullen face.

***

Pram rushes towards the Emergency Installation with Donny tailing in the back. He panicked, all bad thoughts gathered. Trying to be calm in front of Kailla, Pram's face paled when she saw an old woman and her daughter crying in front of the room.

Most likely these two people were the families of the victims, seeing no one else near them. In tense moments, Pram looks rough rubbing his face. He can only pray in his heart, may all be well.

In the midst of his turmoil, suddenly a man with a white blazer appears along with a female nurse from the glass door of the IGD room

"The patient's family ... accident victim?" ask the man. That flat face look sharp sighed many times.

"Patients should be treated immediately. A blow to his head caused severe bleeding. We have to do the operation immediately ...."

The old woman squeezed from the arms of the young girl. He fell unconscious, unable to hear the news delivered by the doctor until it was finished. Her body rumbled, hitting the cold floor of the hospital.

"Mom, wake ... Don't be like this." The young girl squealed and grabbed her mother's body.

"Doc, I'm in charge. Do your best for the patient." Pram makes a sound, while walking closer.

"Good." The doctor gave a small smile.

"Do your best. I have no problem with the cost. Bring the best doctor. The most important thing is that the patient survived" Pram continued.

Hearing Pram's voice, the young girl who had been focused on her mother became disturbed. Standing defiantly, the girl who was estimated to be 17 years old was on her waist with fiery eyes restraining anger.

"So this is Om. I'll sue Om" he threatened after rubbing his tear-soaked face. His index point pointed firmly towards Pram's face. There's no fear at all.

"Don't think we're poor, Om can do his best. If anything happens to Dad, I'll make Om rot in jail" he threatened again with a horrible look.

"Sorry, Miss. We'll talk about it carefully. Poor his mother." Pram pointed at the old woman lying unconscious on the floor.

"Mother ...." The girl immediately hugged her mother. That expression of anger changed in an instant.

"Don, please take care!" pram's orders, staring at Mom and son in front of him.

"Good, sir."

"Choose the best room for her" continued Pram.

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Tbc